I'm done with waiting for my next encounter. I'm going to give thanks for everything I consume and everything I partake of and everything I engage with as though they were each different expressions of God saying directly to me: "I love you."
I refuse to live like a love-starved beggar. I am not love-poor. I do not live in a poverty of love. No one lives in poverty—they waste away, they decay, they die.
I will subvert every experience of the...
I was out walking earlier and came upon this view: When I saw this I started thinking about how much this is like life. Sometimes, for whatever reason, a part of who we are is missing or destroyed. God then, when the time is right, sows the seeds of renewal in our lives so that we can live abundantly. However, just like these trees will take many years to grow and mature, so God's work in us is very gradual. He has created us to operate in space...
Jesus, as I call Your Name,
I feel crushing defeat
Weighing down.
Surely, no, it couldn't be,
Not my pride, no, not control,
My heavy crown. I see a future full of stuff
To do, entirely of my own
Creating.
But the calendar constrains—
The due process of order leaves me
Waiting. I open my mouth to speak,
Explain the tension holding
My weak love.
If weeping breaks the chains of fear,
Accept this act committed here
With fierce love.
